Kill Your Darlings Ch. 1 (Jaskier X Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

Kill Your Darlings — Ch. 1 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: So this is the start to my first ever series (yeah im not nervous posting this at all). I’ll be posting one chapter each Friday! This is more of a prologue, but definitely worth the read for the background! Overall, I have to warn you, this story is a very slow burn. I haven’t finished writing it yet, but I know some ~things~ take a while to happen, so stick around!

Anyway, your comments and feedback are more than appreciated, so don’t be afraid to leave me some messages :)

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Summary: Y/N, a skilled assassin, gets their newly assigned target.

Warnings: language, mentions of death/killing/murder, mentions of abuse and r*pe, alcohol consumption

Words: 1,996

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Taverns were one of your least favorite places to meet. The stench of the unfortunate man’s breath wafted through the air, on top of the lingering odor of cheap alcohol. Men staggered around with their mouths wide open, yelling obscenities — women pulled down their dresses just enough to gain attention, glaring at anyone who passed. Everyone was way too loud, as if the sound of their slurred words were more valued over anyone else’s.

Your hood hung low over your head, just high enough to leave space for you to see. Your eyes immediately scanned the tavern — it was smaller than the usual ones you met at, but just as packed. The stuffiness of the room practically smacked you in the face as soon as you walked in, almost making you scrunch your nose. The smell was way worse than you remembered.

You kept your face stiff as your eyes stopped at a table near the back. Without a second thought, you made your way past the piles of people and towards the familiar head of hair you would recognize in a mass of a hundred people.

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kiss, kiss, fall in love! // tamaki amajiki

↷ SYNOPSIS: In which you pretend that you got struck by a Quirk that makes you vulnerable to shoujo manga tropes, but you’re really just pining over your oblivious childhood friend Tamaki Amajiki.

CHARACTER PAIRING: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,653

WARNINGS: crack-ish, fluffy

TAGS: @candychronicles @cosmicskin @tooloudarts @j-hopeismyhope101 @redbeanteax​ @bratwritings​ @babykattsworld​ @heroheads​ @succulent-momma​​ @venusastera​ @dontmesswiththenootnoot​ @katsukisprincess​ @reciproburstbaby​

“Shoujo manga?” Tamaki looks at Togata for confirmation. His mind is going all the wrong places already, and they are not good places. “You’re telling me that they’re going to —”

“Act like a lovesick fool from shoujo manga tropes?” Togata nods sagely. “Yes, they’re going to be like that for the next three hours.”

He turns to the wall with a groan slipping out of his mouth, exhaustion wearing down on his features. Togata knows perfectly well that he won’t refuse him because it’s you they’re talking about.

It’s Tamaki’s birthday today, and he doesn’t know why the two of his best friends just had to get into some kind of trouble. Just one birthday without any incidents — is that too hard to ask for? Sure, with Togata, he’s bound to get into trouble whether he wills it or not, but you? He’s already scared because you’re the definition of unpredictable. Of course, he likes you very much. On the other hand, you are the kind of chaos that makes his heart race unsteadily, which is definitely not good for his health, so he has an inkling that he’s not going to like what has happened to you.

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 9: Only Dreaming •

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(oh my god they were roommates!)

so this is late and i’m sorry, but happy birthday bakubabe!

ok so i was totally unprepared for people to like dragon dick kiri so i am feeling blessed 🙏🏻 knowing that other people now have to suffer in dragon dick kiri hell with me!

still not 100% sure if i’m happy with how this came out, but either way this is thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​​ !

pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader x bakugou katsuki

word count: 6.3k

warnings: threesome, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, voyeurism, dragon dick kiri

this is part 2 to bad dragon!

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Dating Kirishima was never boring, in day-to-day life or in the bedroom, but there was an incredibly distinct difference to his overall demeanour and behaviour once you started being intimate with him. The privilege of watching him grow more confident in his own skin feels like a gift, and knowing that you’re able to help with that growth always causes a warmth to settle in your chest. He stops shying away from innocent touches like hugs and cuddles, he starts getting comfortable touching you first; He’s steadily adjusting to the idea that you’re not going to push him away or reject him. Things are good. Better than good. Kirishima is an absolute sweetheart as always, and the sex is amazing. 

He’s starting to get so much better with initiating things with you, and that includes PDA. You guess that’s how it starts. It begins with the little things; he’ll pull you in for a kiss, with you pressed tight between his legs, and you’ll feel the back of your neck prickle. When you’re making out on the couch with you straddling his lap, you’ll hear a creak from down the hall. When things start to get hot and heavy when you’re in the shared space of the living room (as they inevitably do, because the both of you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourselves), sometimes you catch a flash of movement over Kirishima’s shoulder.

They’re little things, but they culminate in one undeniable realisation: Bakugou likes to watch.

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Like the good old days?! Oml 😂

i feel like cdr would have this natural ability where she would be good at random stuff. Like a prodigy. One day she hops on a piano in the common room and plays a whole ass suite perfectly and everyone is like really shook or they find her in her room and she painted the sistine chapel art on her small ass ceiling to a T. I also feel like she wouldn’t make a face at all on rollercoasters. she sits next to bucky and turns to him during the drop straight faced and chats it up hella normal

Oh thank you for this.

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Okay, here’s the deal. There are a few things Bucky Barnes knows about you: 

1) You learn hella quick. 2) You retain nothing. Like running water through his hands. It catches for five seconds. He blinks. It’s gone.

You briefly date a classically trained pianist for a week or so, break up after a horrendous row, and for the next two hours, effortlessly slam out Claire de Lune on Tony’s grand, and after you punch the keys for one last time, mutter, “Chopin this dick, asshole.” And— Jesus, hell, wrong composer but he’s not gonna correct you.

At a Stark party, some famous culinary artist watches the way you dip a prawn in your glass of champagne and balks– goes off on a rant about desecrating flavors. The next day you make a 5-course meal and Bucky swears his tongue will never enjoy normal food again.

And then he sees you spread out on top of the piano the following day, an industrial bag of hot cheetohs on your belly, something gooey and yellow dripping out of its crinkled opening. You’ve crushed up the chips and dumped nacho cheese inside. There’s a spoon sticking out of it. You shovel in another mouthful and crunch wetly.

Goop smears across your cheek. You wipe it off on the polished ivory keys, a lamenting quiver of sounds weep from the piano. Another smack from your mouth. 

“Bone-apple-tea, bitch. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Also, don’t go into the hallway restroom for about 30-45 minutes.”

Bucky shudders. Wishes the knowledge of your statement was like running water through his hands. Wishes things slipped out of his head as easy as they slip out of yours. He blinks. Five seconds pass. He blinks again. 

He wishes his brain would get scrambled like the good old days.

Nurse? (Midoriya/Healer!Reader | nsfw-ish) [part 1]

| A/n: I’ve been working on this mindfuck of a fic for over a week and I’m done fussing over it 🙃 There will be an entirely nsfw part 2—and maybe even a part 3 if you guys really like it |

✧✿ Part 2 | Part 3 ✿✧

✧✿ Warnings: Nsfw-ish, awkward boners, Midoriya being a disaster human, but we love him it’s okay ✿✧

✧✿ Words: 3500+ ✿✧

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You walked out of your dorm feeling dizzier than normal, a constant cold sweat ran down the back of your neck. As you passed by a fellow classmate your vision rippled and blurred but returned to normal long enough for you to wave back as you crossed paths. You recognized their face, but their name slipped your mind. As you passed a stomping Bakugou, his shoulder bumped yours, and your hearing filled with white noise. It cleared as soon as it had come, so you continued walking.

You were used to these subtle ‘blips’ as you called them, affecting your daily life. Your reactions were different for each person, sometimes your skin would crawl or tingle, other times your vision would blackout or blur… you believed it to be your quirk realizing potential impurities and injuries in others, ones that needed healing.

Your power was technically recognized as a simple healing quirk, but it was much more than that.

You didn’t just heal physical wounds, your quirk adapts to the kind of healing your patient requires most. Whether that be physical, mental, or emotional healing. Though, for some reason, being close to people with injuries also affected you in ways you still couldn’t entirely understand.

You strolled into Recovery Girl’s office as per usual and put your things down, confused to find your mentor nowhere in sight. Odd, wasn’t too often she wasn’t here in the morning. But then again, UA was known for its generous supply of reckless students. She must’ve been called in for a situation.

You just about leap right out of your skin when you hear a hoarse cough a few feet behind you. You whip around with a hand over your heart and spot a mortified Midoriya laying on one of the beds. He gasps and smacks a hand over his mouth.

“Oh, god you scared me, Midoriya!” You wheeze, soul leaving your body.

“Sorry…” He squeaks behind his bandaged fingers.

“It’s alright, no harm done.” You reassure, taking the time to examine the boy. He looks… pretty bad. He’s been bandaged up rather hastily, another indication that your teacher had to leave in a hurry, his right eye ringed with a deep purple, both arms and one leg covered in gauze. “Oh, you’re injured.”

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